[@Flamelord][@Patches][@CyanideSweetie]
Approaching the still-breathing man, the first thing Lenier noticed was just how deathly pale the scavenger was. Though thickly clothed and apparently benefiting from his comrades all using their bodies to shield him from the effects of the miasma, there must have been little time left. It was almost like looking at the scavenger that Kari had slain, just a few minutes past. An individual on the very brink of death, suspended there by sheer force of will, or, perhaps, just a miracle.

But a life was still a life, and weakly, the man reached out, gloved fingers grasping onto the bandages that wrapped around the Daybreaker’s slender leg. A rasping breath sounded, a faint plea sounding through the filters of the gas mask.

[sub][i]“P-please…help…”[/i][/sub]

The grip tightened, shaking. Desperation and fear. No, something else.

[b]“…me.”[/b]

Blue lights burned within the opaque lenses, bursting out in jets of unholy light. A torturous scream sounded, before a sickly tearing sound could be heard. None of the Daybreakers had managed to react in time at the sudden violence that had passed.

White bones. Red blood. Yellow fat. Pink flesh.

Lenier’s right leg was torn off by the monstrous grasp of the ‘scavenger’, leaving only a bloodied stump that poured out black blood. In another moment, that same dismembered limb was used as a club, smashing into his side and sending him through two concrete walls. Shambling upgrades after that devastating ambush, the scavenger’s body twisted, malformed with malicious intent as a pale blue light pulsated from him, the mask falling apart to reveal a pure-white skull, veiled in black miasma.

Another scream sounded, the voice that the man may once have had, as a variety of sharp bones extended from his fleshy form, branches to a new tree.

[@Eleos][@Rune_Alchemist]
A scream sounded from the great distance away, followed by another one.

But that wasn’t what had caught the attention of the Daybreakers.

No, instead, what they saw was two-story house, hurtling through the skies, towards the same direction as the scream. Where had it come from? What just happened? Where were the Tyrants?

…

Was this even the work of Tyrants to begin with?